Salt with tea

A Poem by The Sober lie

The warwitch numbs a transient abate,

a vaseline slide into the brackish opiate.

The drizzle of paraffin leaks the cow,

a paradoxical dip into the sleepless now.

© 2014 The Sober lie

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The Sober lie

Noosa (transient heaven), A true God believer, not religeous, not pretentious, evolution is the reason and will of God (look it up!), Australia

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